Emma's POV
"Oh god sophia let me get some water" i said walking towards the kitchen
"Emma!" she shouted, breathless from laughing. "You have to see this!"
I shot her a wary glance. "Sophia, please tell me it’s not more of Michelle’s nonsense."
"Oh, it is!" she said gleefully, plopping down next to me. "Look at the comments under that post he made on your Instagram. It’s blowing up!"
Reluctantly, I grabbed her phone and braced myself as she pulled up the post.
There it was: A photo of Michelle Cole Roller—Mr. Billionaire himself—leaning against a café table with an exaggerated smirk on his face, captioned: “Date night with the event crasher. Guess she got her wish ;) #BossBabe.”
I wanted to crawl into a hole. My fingers trembled as I scrolled down to the comments section.
@GlitzGossip: "OMG, is this for real?! She’s dating HIM?!"
@ModelMaven: "Ugh, so unfair. I’ve been dying to meet Michelle for months, and this girl just waltzes into his life???"
@JealousMuch: "Wait, but she crashed his event, didn’t she? What’s her secret?!"
I groaned and buried my face in my hands. This couldn’t be happening.
Sophia leaned in, giggling. "Oh, babe, you’ve got to read the best one!"
She scrolled further down, and there it was:
@TooHotToHandle: "I’m sorry, but if she’s the one that finally gets Michelle Cole Roller to settle down, I’ll eat my freaking hat. Also, someone tell me where she got that dress, ‘cause it’s killer."
Sophia let out a belly laugh while I just sat there, mortified. "Oh my God, people actually think I’m dating him!"
Sophia snorted. "Emma, honey, you’re all over the gossip pages! They’re calling you the ‘mystery woman’ in Michelle’s life!"
I grabbed the phone from her again, scrolling faster. Sure enough, headlines were splashed across Instagram gossip pages.
"Is the King of MR Designs finally off the market?"
"Mystery woman spotted with Michelle Cole Roller—relationship confirmed?"
"Event crasher or future Mrs. Roller?"
I let out a helpless whimper. "This is a nightmare."
Sophia wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. "I can’t—this is too good. How did this even happen? You barely know the guy, and now the whole world thinks you’re his new love interest!"
My stomach did a flip. "Sophia, this isn’t funny! What if people really believe this? What if he sees it? He already hates me. Now he’s going to think I’m using this for attention!"
Sophia’s eyes twinkled with mischief. "Oh, babe, he’s definitely seen it. That’s probably why he posted that photo in the first place! He’s just messing with you, but the internet has gone wild."
I threw myself back against the couch, groaning. "I need my phone back. This is out of control."
Sophia nodded, still grinning. "Yeah, but you have to admit—it’s kind of hilarious watching people freak out over this. Like, half these girls are so jealous. Look at this one!" She pointed to another comment:
@QueenBee7: "That girl’s so lucky. I’d give anything to spend one night with Michelle. She better not screw it up!"
I rolled my eyes. "Lucky? They can have him. I don’t even want him! He’s rude, arrogant, and completely insufferable."
Sophia raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh, sure. Keep telling yourself that."
Before I could protest, she showed me another comment:
@MichelleFanClub: "She’s so basic. He could do way better."
I groaned. "Oh, perfect. Now I have an army of Michelle superfans hating me. This day keeps getting better and better."
Sophia patted my shoulder. "It’s not so bad. At least you’re famous now. Maybe this is your big break!"
"Yeah, right," I muttered. "Famous for being the girl who crashed an event and got framed for dating the host."
Sophia tapped her chin, pretending to think. "Sounds like the plot of a romantic comedy, honestly. You sure you’re not falling for him?"
I gave her a withering look. "Sophia, if I never see Michelle Cole Roller again, it’ll be too soon."
"Okay, okay!" she said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "But you know this isn’t over, right? He still has your phone. Who knows what else he might do?"
A cold shiver ran down my spine. She was right. Michelle wasn’t the type to let things go easily. If he’d already posted on my Instagram, what was stopping him from going further?
"I need to get my phone back. Now."
Sophia grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And how do you plan on doing that, Miss Mystery Woman?"
I sat up, determined. "I’m going to confront him. If he wants to play games, fine. But I’m getting my phone back, and I’m putting an end to this madness."
Sophia cheered. "Now that’s the spirit!"
I stood, grabbing my jacket. "Wish me luck. I’m probably going to need it."
As I headed for the door, Sophia called after me, "Good luck! And if you marry him, don’t forget to invite me to the wedding!"
I shot her a glare, but the smirk on her face made me laugh. "Not gonna happen!"
But as I stepped outside into the cool evening air, my mind raced. What the heck was I getting myself into?
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The Enemy I Hate To Love
RomantiekMichelle and Emma are attracted to each other despite their differences and eventually get married. However, Michelle decides to ruin Emma's reputation after he thinks she sabotaged one of his events. "How do I know you're not just a brilliant actre...
